"The Highlands come alive in this magical tale"

The moment has arrived for Kenna Sinclair to travel back in
time to thirteenth century Scotland, where her destiny
awaits. Gifted like the other females in her family, Kenna
can see people's memories, and even erase and replace them
if she wished to. Although her sister, Trulie, and Granny
Sinclair are already back in time, Kenna is still anxious
about what
awaits her there, not to mention she will miss her younger
sisters and the luxuries of modern life. But as Kenna lands
back in the Highlands, everything changes when she takes the
arm of her sexy escort, Colum Garrison. If only he wasn't such
a blatant womaniser.

Colum is proud to be man-at-arms for the Mac Kenna
clan. But when he is given the job of protecting Lady Kenna,
he feels he is getting into something much deeper than he
expected. With Kenna he soon realizes what true love is and
vows to become the man she needs and deserves, no matter how
long it takes.

But when a mysterious Chieftain decides that Kenna should be
his wife, she finds herself abducted and thrown in the back of
a wagon. When Colum's rescue takes a tragic turn, will
Kenna be forced to sacrifice everything to save the love of
her life?

MY HIGHLAND BRIDE by Maeve Greyson is the second in her
Highland Hearts series and it blew me away. Kenna and
Colum melted my heart from the very beginning and I was
carried away with their every emotion - passion, need, fear
and unbearable sadness. Both characters are strong, loyal and
proud, and they stay with the reader long after you have
finished
their story. The Highlands come alive again in this
magical tale of finding your destiny and fighting for your
hearts desire. Maeve Greyson has talent beyond measure and I
highly recommend MY HIGHLAND BRIDE. I eagerly await the next
installment as another Sinclair arrives back in time.

SUMMARY

With bedroom eyes and racetrack curves, Kenna Sinclair
seems
like just another pretty
Kentucky
girl. But she can also read minds, erase memories, and
jump
through time—a skill set that
comes in handy when her matchmaking granny sends her back
to
thirteenth-century
Scotland
on the pretext of visiting her older sister. When she
encounters the clan’s womanizing
man-at-
arms, Kenna instantly knows the gorgeous Highlander has
only
one thing on his mind. She
vows
to steer clear of him, but after a single electrifying
touch, she finds that playing hard to get
won’t be quite so easy. . . .

Bewitched by the first lass who could ever resist him,
Colum
Garrison will do anything to
prove
his devotion, even ask for Kenna’s hand in marriage—and
swear off his chosen form of
recreation until their wedding night. It’s a burden for a
man of his thunderous appetite, but
the
sinful temptation is not his alone: Colum’s fetching
bride-to-be is practically trembling
with
anticipation for a moment that can’t come soon enough.
When
she’s willing, Colum will be
ready and waiting—with a love that lasts a lifetime.

Excerpt

KENTUCKY—TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY

The fire popped and crackled in the cast-iron stove, but
Granny’s voice came through the red-hot coals loud and
clear. “It’s time, Kenna—time for you to join us here in
the thirteenth century.”

Kenna balanced the bowl of popcorn on the arm of the
couch and leaned toward the open grating of the stove.
The handful of popcorn she’d just shoved in her mouth at
the exact moment of Granny’s announcement threatened to
strangle her. Kenna coughed, swallowed hard, and thumped
her fist against her chest.

“Come again, Granny?” She wheezed in a deep breath, then
hurriedly gulped down a sip of iced tea to wash away the
knot of popcorn lodged in her throat. “You want all of us
to join you and Trulie? Permanently?” Please say it’s
just time for a short visit. I’d love to see you and
Trulie . . . for a short visit.

“No. Not all of you. Just you. It’s time you came back
and grabbed hold of your destiny.” Granny paused. The
only sound coming from the woodstove was the lively
crackling of the fire. Granny’s firm tone silenced the
sound of the flames as she continued, “The twins will be
staying in the twenty-first century for a bit longer.”

Kenna unfolded from her cross-legged position on the
couch. What if she didn’t want to grab her destiny in
thirteenth-century Scotland? What if she liked it right
here in twenty-first-century Kentucky just fine? Yes,
seeing Granny and Trulie would be wonderful, but there
was just too much going on here to leave right now. Life
was finally starting to settle down and run smoothly. It
was kind of nice living like normal people for a change—
or as close to normal as a girl born to a long line of
women able to jump back and forth across time ever got.

“The twins are graduating this month. Tell Trulie the
terrible twosome turned into a pair of intelligent
eighteen-year-old beauties,” Kenna said, hoping that if
she changed the subject Granny might back off a bit. But
that was another thing. Even though her baby sisters were
eighteen years old, how could Granny suggest leaving them
alone to fend for themselves? Granted, Mairi and Lilia
were mature for their age, but they still weren’t ready
to get booted from the nest and fly solo.

Kenna scooted to the edge of the couch and propped her
elbows on her knees. She had to buy them all some time.
“Lilia’s creating her own line of natural cosmetics for
the shop. She’s already got every teenage girl in town
clamoring for the lip gloss she developed.”

The flames lengthened and danced faster across the chunks
of wood. The coals fanned a hotter orange-red as Granny’s
tone took on a decided edge. “Tell the girls I’m very
proud of them and it’ll be their time to join us soon.
I’m sending an old friend to look after them, since
you’re coming to join us now. Eliza will help them sort
through whatever they might need until their time to come
back to us arrives. They have a bit longer to hone their
skills in the twenty-first century before I call them
back to the past.”

So the twins got to enjoy more time with indoor plumbing,
Internet, and take-out pizza but she didn’t? Why did she
have to leave now? “But Granny, I need—”

“Enough, Kenna. You knew this time was coming, and you
know better than to argue with me once I’ve made up my
mind.”

Kenna blew out a huffing breath. Isn’t that the freakin’
truth. Arguing with Granny was a lot like arguing with
the weather. Both did as they damn well pleased no matter
what anyone said. But maybe she could at least get away
with bargaining for a little reprieve.

“Just give me a month.” Kenna held her index finger up
closer to the fire. She couldn’t see Granny, so she
didn’t think her elder had opened the fire portal enough
to create a viewing window, but you never knew for sure
with Granny. “Give me one solid month to get everything
ready before I jump back.” Surely Granny would grant her
some time to get things settled . . . and maybe in that
time, if she thought about it really hard, she could
figure out an excuse Granny wouldn’t be able to deny that
would allow her to stay comfortably ensconced in modern
times for a few more years—at least.

“One week.”

“A week?” Kenna scooted off the couch and knelt in front
of the woodstove. “I can’t be ready to jump the web in
just a week. That’s impossible.”